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Sawyer had become a ‘routine man’. Someone lame he’d never envisioned himself becoming: It was biscuit mornings, work, and leftover nights. He couldn’t even remember the last time he and his wife were intimate. His old life consisted of late nights, hustling and scheming. 

He waves his wand and lights about 100 candles positioned on every inch of their small flat. He’d even cooked a nice dinner in an attempt to avoid being your ‘every day man’ and reignite the spark that he and Zoe once had. 

“Fuck” He burns his hand taking out a pumpkin pie from the oven. Ruse scurries away, the curious Niffler burns his tongue trying to steal a bite. Sawyer’s mission: surprise his wife, who thought he was still at the shop, with a homemade dinner and a romantic Friday night. 

“We got this bud.” Sawyer winks at Ruse as he plates pasta and pours champagne. He’s straightening his blue buttoned down shirt when he hears the key to their door turning. Zoe was home...